- Posso fare qualcosa per farti sentire più normale?
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Soñé, tenía poco tiempo, tres bolsitas de tabaco en mi cartera. Desde lo alto de una escalera le esperaba, abajo, entrecruzados, los caminos estaban llenos, de gentes parecidas a mi deseo, pero sin él. Alguien me hablaba, tocaba mi hombro desde atrás, yo sentía su sonrisa, sentia la pequeñez de quien no conoce invadirme desde el hombro, sin embargo, mi cara era adulta ,impasible, sinceramente y sin esfuerzos. Las galerías eran las de mi niñez, ladrillos naranja, el cemento armado en las columnas, y el frío que se filtraba y axpandía desde todas partes. Sudé tanto.
I'm fine.
FUCK YOUR HEAD. YOU DON'T NEED YOUR HEAD. REMOVE YOUR HEAD FROM ITS CASING AND THROW IT TO THE WORLD.
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birds do it
bees do it
even educated fleas
do it...
bees do it
even educated fleas
do it...
I was silently reading in the kitchen. A guy was talking about a time in his life where he could think while doing gardening. He was thirteen years old, and his mind was full of empty rooms where he could rest, caressing the walls of his head, peacefully, as if it was a blank landscape not expecting to be populated. Now that he had all the rooms filled with clouds and demons, he could find no longer an empty space, so he would avoid thinking. Traumas, death, guilt, that was his case. Mine in different: I’m just full of shit.
